The dragon's mouthful of saliva directly spewed out the city guard, and the players outside the city with low defense were directly killed in seconds, and the remaining players became ice sculptures one by one.

The frozen players continued to bleed, and after 10 seconds, the ice shattered, killing half of the players.

This kind of injury made some people on Jiang Li'er's side not carry it, and there were more than a dozen people missing.

The only thing left that was alive was a bloody skin, and Jiang Li'er hurriedly used his skills to pull up their blood line.

Everyone wants to teleport away from home, but the system prompts that this place is also locked by the Frost Dragon, and the teleportation function cannot be used.

If they can't teleport, they run, but the dragon blows again, and immediately everyone gets another slow buff.

The slowdown effect is 80%, and the turtles climb faster than them.

The Frost Dragon kept hovering in the air, blowing cold air from time to time, but it didn't attack Winterfell's protective formation.

A short time later, an old man with rich hair stood on the wall, and the words on his head were enlarged and bolded to tell everyone that he was the lord of Winterfell.

City Lord: "Frost Dragon, why are you attacking my city?" ”

The dragon circled in the air a few times, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the people's hearts were heavy.

"Old man, are you a descendant of that group of old men? Don't you know what your grandfather did? ”

City Lord: "That's why you plagued the people first, if it weren't for this reason, how could they sacrifice their lives to suppress you?" ”

The dragon was furious, its body undulating violently in the sky, and it spat frantically at Winterfell: "I'm here, I've been on this snowy mountain since I was born, and it's clear that you guys have broken into my territory, and even doves have occupied the magpie's nest. I think there were still some trees on my mountain back then, the snow was not so big, and the wind was not so fierce, now look at my snowy mountain, what else is on it? ”

"Are you embarrassed to suppress me? I'm phew, I'm phew, I'm ......"

"Grab my territory, cut down my trees, and don't allow me to be angry, I'm ......... bah"

The frost dragon opened its mouth wide and frantically output saliva, and the Winterfell Guardian Formation fluctuated.

They quarreled, and the players outside the city were the most unlucky, and wave after wave of frost sent the players back directly for free.

Beibei Mengli stuffed all kinds of potions into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Otherwise, if we give up resistance, sooner or later we will have to die under the saliva of this dragon, and now it's too bad." ”

Jiang Li'er pricked a needle into her body after drinking: "I don't, I want to watch a play, the story must have an ending." ”

"What's so good about this story, it's obvious that there is only hatred between the two rooms, and it can't rub the spark of love."

Jiang Li'er kicked her: "What are you thinking?" ”

Beibei Mengli is very innocent: "Isn't the story more bloody and exciting, you see that the relationship between the city lord and the dragon is too simple, there must be no hidden lines, no passion, no climax, and as tasteless as boiled water, if you like to read this kind of story, I will make up hundreds for you in minutes." ”

"Then I don't need to."

She just wanted to know how sad the dragon was to be robbed of territory, so she could apologize for the tiger who had been robbed of her territory before.

The city lord used his own strength to support the city protection formation, and the dragon was too powerful, even stronger than his grandfather's.

"Dragon, those people are dead, what do you want now? I will try to satisfy you. ”

The dragon snorted again, "This is what you owe me." ”